Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Pole,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Can,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.